The Distant Journey
The ink on the letter was still wet, bleeding slightly into the thick, cream-colored paper. Elias Thorne held it in his trembling hands, the weight of the document feeling heavier than the heavy oak desk it rested upon. Outside the window, the rain lashed against the glass of the municipal office, a relentless gray curtain that blurred the town of Oakhaven into a smear of stone and slate. It...
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